We call to mind several sad
failures within a twelve-month. One went wrong in the head, recanted
noble sentiments uttered but a few weeks previously, and became a member
of a religion he had just scornfully and unanswerably proven false. A
second became a defaulter and absconded with his employer's money--the
latter also a Theosophist. A third gave himself up to gross debauchery,
and confessed it, with ineffectual sobs and tears, to his chosen Guru.
A fourth got entangled with a person of the other sex and fell out with
his dearest and truest friends. A fifth showed signs of mental
aberration and was brought into Court upon charges of discreditable
conduct. A sixth shot himself to escape the consequences of
criminality, on the verge of detection! And so we might go on and on.
All these were apparently sincere searchers after truth, and passed in
the world for respectable persons. Externally, they were fairly
eligible as candidates for Chelaship, as appearances go; but "within
all was rottenness and dead men's bones." The world's varnish was so
thick as to hide the absence of the true gold underneath; and the
"resolvent" doing its work, the candidate proved in each instance but a
gilded figure of moral dross, from circumference to core.
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